Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Prince McBride - Your Highness



Recently I was discussing the recent live action Thor movie with my friend D. who emphatically declared Natalie Portman to be "every geeks dream". Well geeks, Natalie Portman appears alongside Danny McBride and James Franco in Your Highness not only as the badassassin maiden Isabelle, but her ass appears thong-clad for about a minute too.
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Danny McBride, whom I have loved ever since Pineapple Express and maybe before co-wrote Your Highness and stars as Prince Thadeus, the lesser brother to Jame Franco's "Fabeus". McBride's had a few small roles in things, so I can't actually pin down the first moment I found him highlarious, but Pineapple Express and his TV show Eastbound & Down are good reference points. He doesn't disappoint here either. Even his unevent attempt at an English accent just makes his lines seem funnier.



The film is full of references. The first being The Princess Bride - at least it does to me, but then again I think the Princess Bride is a brilliant film and maybe I want to see them. Natalie Portman dresses up like Anne Boleyn for a second time. Thadeus is accompanied by his faithful mechanical bird Simon, who may be a clever reference to 1981's Clash of the Titans or a tribute to its star Harry Hamlin meaning Franco's Thadeus is meant to be Perseus - he is on a quest to save his maiden Belladonna afterall, played by a wide-eyed Zoey Deschanel.



You have to really pay attention to catch every humorous moment. For example if I had to go back to catch the line about the feelings burning in Natalie Portman's "beaver". It's typical McBride dialogue that makes this film funny and in the words of Kenny Powers it "delivers like a pizza guy".



It's longer than today's usual comedic fare with a running time of 1 hour, 42 minutes, but every minute has a laugh so the time flies by. If you're not a fan of low brow comedy maybe this isn't for you and I might be pushing it to suggest the film does possess a certain type of clever comedy - it does have moments where it nears genius.

Will they defeat Justin Theroux in one of his funniest roles ever and stop the "Fuckoning"? You'll have to watch Your Highness to find out.

IMDB Rating: 6.0 /10 (6,452 votes)








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Lolitigation & The Olympia Press

Maurice Girodias' inherited more from his father Jack Kahane than just The Obelisk Press. He also inherited a love of publishing "smut". He published quite a lot of smut titles under the name The Olympia Press which was to be a rebranded reincarnation of the Obelisk Press.

It is Jack Kahane that showed his son how to get around censorship by using a loophole in French law that didn't subject books published in English in France to the same penalties. Sure the books still got confiscated when they were discovered in the mail in the countries where the books were banned, but some were still ocassionally getting through or were being transported illegally by soldiers as was the case with The Obelisk Press edition of "Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer" (which I myself am proud to own along with an Obelisk edition of Sexus).



The Olympia Press would publish some infamous "dirty books" as well.

"Writing d.b.'s (dirty books) was generally considered a useful professional exercise, as well as a necessary
participation in the common fight against the Square World --an act of duty." Girodias said.




The History of O; Fanny Hill; Marquis de Sade's Justine; these are just a few of the titles Girodias published as naughty "literature". He published other literature as well. Over sixteen years Girodias published J.P. Donleavy's "The Ginger Man", Burroughs "Naked Lunch", and Nabokov's little "Lolita".



 The above edition of Lolita published by The Olympia Press sold at auction (Christie's) for $273,500 USD. 

Here is the description given:

"2 volumes, 8o. Original green printed wrappers (lightly worn and rubbed). Provenance: GRAHAM GREENE, writer (presentation inscription); [Bernie Taupin, composer.]

FIRST EDITION, price hand-corrected on rear wrappers. A REMARKABLE LITERARY ASSOCIATION COPY, INSCRIBED BY NABOKOV TO GRAHAM GREENE on the half-title of volume one: "For Graham Greene November 1959 from Vladimir Nabokov." Nabokov has then drawn a small butterfly and written the quotation: "'green swallowtail dancing waisthigh.'"

Ironically, Lolita sold poorly for Maurice Girodias's Olympia Press. It was not until Graham Greene included the book in a year-end list of best novels in 1955 that public attention focused on the tragic story of Hubert Humbert and Dolores Haze. Both Nabokov and Girodias were dissatisfied with the arrangements for the release of Lolita and both parties were pleased to terminate their contract in 1957. Lolita was not published in the U.S and U.K until 1959 (see lots 234 and 369).Critic Jeff Edwards notes: "Although Lolita's first printing of 5,000 copies sold out, there were no notable reviews, and the book would likely have gone unnoticed for some time had not respected author and critic Graham Greene, in an interview published in the London Times, called it one of the best books of the year. Greene's statement outraged John Gordon, editor of the popular Sunday Express, who responded in print, calling 'Lolita' 'the filthiest book I have ever read' and 'sheer unrestrained pornography.' The British Home Office ordered customs officials to seize all copies entering the United Kingdom and pressured the French Minister of the Interior to ban the book. On December 20, 1956, the Paris police did just this, and Lolita remained banned in France for two years" (Jeff Edwards, "'Lolita': Complex and often tricky and a 'hard sell'").

INSCRIBED COPIES OF NABOKOV'S "LOLITA" ARE VERY SCARCE. American Book Prices Current does not record a single presentation copy of the first edition of Lolita for at least thirty years. Bibliographers record only five presentation copies of the first edition, including the present, and those inscribed to his wife Véra, his son Dimitri and the early Russian aviatrix Lucy Davidova. A VERY FINE ASSOCIATION COPY OF NABOKOV'S MOST IMPORTANT BOOK. Juliar A28.1.1. (2)"

I desperately wanted to go off on a minor tangent here and find the other two auctions so I did. Lot 234 is for the first Putnam published edition of Lolita, and here's where all the troubles begin. "Lolitagation" as Girodias himself coined it was what he claimed to have suffered at the hands of Nabokov after Graham Greene gave the book a sales boost.

In The Olympia Reader is an essay Girodias wrote about his side of the table called "A Sad, Ungraceful History of Lolita". He begins from the beginning - about how he was approached about a writer who had "written a book with a rather dangerous theme which had, for that reason, been rejected by a number of prominent American publishers" that he agreed to read.

Girodias praises Lolita. He openly and unabashedly confesses and calls it magical. He calls it an exercise in genius. ". . . the apparently effortless transposition of the rich Russian literary tradition into modern English fiction. This was, in itself, an exercise in genius; but the story was a rather magical demonstration of something about which I had so often dreamed, but never found: the treatment of one of the major forbidden human passions in a manner both completely sincere and absolutely legitimate."

He mentions that Nabokov felt differently about his book.  "Succès de scandale" did not interest Nabokov. Lolita meant something else to him entirely. Nabokov's feelings would change again.

"I shall always be grateful to you for having published Lolita." Nabokov wrote those words to Girodias. They would be the last nice words Nabokov would ever write to him.

"After that came more and more morose exchanges on the subject of the American publication of the book and I finally received a registered letter from Nabokov dated October 5 of the same year, informing me in elaborate legal style that he was exercising his right to "declare the Agreement between us null and void.""

Meanwhile Girodias was fighting possible censorship in France for his edition of Lolita. In the end Girodias would threaten to sue the government for money and they would offer him a compromise - don't sue and he could publish Lolita sans problème.

Girodias' essay is literary venom. He admits to being happy when Putnam's edition of Lolita is usurped by Pasternak's Doctor Zhivago on the best seller list. He thinks he has been treated horribly by Nabokov and is willing to sue. You feel horrible for the guy, but that's what he intended.

Nabokov responded with his own essay "Lolita and Mr. Girodias", which it wouldn't take a stretch of the imagination to think perhaps Vladimir was casting himself in the role of the ripe but helpless Lolita and that Mr. Girodias was someone who had cruelly picked a rose in mid-bloom.

"From time to time, in the course of the 1960's, there have appeared, over the signature of Mr. Girodias or that of some friend of his, retrospective notes pertaining to the publication of Lolita by me Olympia Press and to various phases of our "strained relations." Those frivolous reminiscences invariably contained factual errors, which I generally took the trouble to point out in brief rejoinders; whereupon, as I detected with satisfaction, certain undulatory motions of retreat were performed by our flexible memoirist. An especially ambitious article, with especially serious misstatements, has now been published by him twice in Evergreen Review (No. 37, September, 1965) under the title Lolita, Nabokov, and I, and in his anthology (The Olympia Reader, Grove Press, N.Y., 1960) under the less elegant title of A Sad, Ungraceful History of Lolita. Since I have religiously preserved all my correspondence with Mr. Girodias, I am able, I trust, to induce a final retraction on his part.

I shall now proceed to point out a number of slippery passages and a few guileful inexactitudes in Mr. Girodias' article. For some reason, which presumably I am too naive to grasp, he starts by citing an old curriculum vitae of mine which, he says, was sent to him by my agent together with the typescript of Lolita in April, 1955. Such a procedure would have been absurd. My files show that only much later, namely on February 8, 1957, he asked me to send him ''all the biographical and bibliographical material" available for his brochure "L'affaire Lolita" (which he published when fighting the ban of the book in France); on February 12, I sent him photographs, a list of published works, and a brief curriculum vitae. With the sneer of a hoodlum following an innocent passerby, Mr. Girodias now makes fun of such facts in it as my father's having been "an eminent statesman" or the "considerable fame" I had acquired in émigré circles. All this he had published himself (with many embellishments and additions gleaned elsewhere) in his brochure of 1957!

I began to curse my association with Olympia Press not in 1957, when our agreement was, according to Mr. Girodias, "weighing heavily" on my "dreams of impending fortune" in America, but as early as 1955, that is, the very first year of my dealings with Mr. Girodias. From the very start I was confronted with the peculiar aura surrounding his business transactions with me, an aura of negligence, evasiveness, procrastination, and falsity. I complained of these peculiarities in most of my letters to my agent who faithfully transmitted my complaints to him but these he never explains in his account of our ten-year-long (1955- 65) association.

Nabokov does not mince words and unfortunately he is the better write in this war of "he said" vs. "he said". The last words of Girodias' battleship essay are:

"I then wrote to Barney Rosset to tell Minton that if Nabokov were to persist in his refusal, I would have no choice but to write the story of our relationship. The answer came by return mail: "This is blackmail. And you know what you have to do with blackmailers: sue them.""

When the Grove Press wanted to print The Olympia Reader, Girodias told them they might have problems with getting Nabokov to agree with them including an excerpt of Lolita, but maybe not "after all these years". Nabokov's answer was "no, certainly not."

In the end it was Girodias who had to cough up 44,220 "anciens" francs for Nabokov's coffers and Nabokov further seals his victory when he has the last words:

"As I wrote him on August 3, 1957, I was, and am, deeply grateful to him for printing that book. But I must also point out to him that he was not the right person to undertake the thing; he lacked the means to launch Lolita properly - a book that differed so utterly in vocabulary, structure, and purpose (or rather absence of purpose) from his other much simpler commercial ventures, such as Debby's Bidet or Tender Thighs. Mr. Girodias greatly exaggerates his powers. Had not Graham Greene and John Gordon clashed in London in such providential fashion, Lolita - especially its second volume which repelled so-called "amateurs" - might have ended in the common grave of Traveller's Favorites or whatever Olympia's little green books were called."

No matter what Nabokov says, The Olympia Press books are pretty badass. Girodias did have an eye for genius. The Olympia Press published Beckett, Henry Miller, Paul Abelman, Beauregard de Farniente, Raymond Queneau, and George Bataille - which is a pretty impressive literary roster nonetheless. I'm sure not even Mr. Nabokov could argue with that.

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

What Makes Life Worth Living

I arrived yesterday to a grey Amsterdam and what a day it was - I met some talkative stoners, ate some amazing Thai food, walked around the Waterlooplein market and bought a few knickknacks, and then headed to the appartment I've rented for a dinner with the couple I'm renting from and a friend of theirs who they hadn't seen for 17 years (!!!) who was in Europe for La Biennale di Venezia (the Venice Biennale), which is a major contemporary art show that takes place on odd (numbered) years.

The couple I'm renting from are really interesting people. She's Dutch - grew up in South Africa and used to run a squat where Nirvana once came and hung out for a couple of nights. He's French Canadian and has lived in a cave in India and worked at a coffeeshop in A'dam for years. Even their friend who lives Santa Cruz has an interesting story about living in India and backpacking the world once upon a time. Now she's a mother of a teenage daughter and owns a boutique in Santa Cruz, California.

To say I am damn lucky to have met these people is an understatement.

This is what makes life worth living.

I love strangers. Every stranger is the possessor of a story that is only unique to them. Every person is a Russian novel. There are hundreds of characters and dozens of life circumstances and decisions and love gone wrong. When you meet a certain type of "special person" let's say - a person who is in some way extraordinary and has even the slightest gift to recount those moments in their life that they think is worth mentioning - it means your life won't be the same. These types of people will inspire you; enrich you; and perhaps that joie de vivre for marching to the beat of a different drummer will infect you. It is like ambrosia to a non-Olympian like me.

And what I regret most about French culture is this: French people are very close-fisted with their stories. Friendship is not easily given; talking to strangers not encouraged; and stories are slowly revealed because afterall our blood is Latin too - we French do love us some drama.

We stay up late even though they all have an early morning flight. We go through three bottles of wine (He's also a manager of a wine shop here in Holland.), a few Dutch cigarettes, and swap stories. We talk about moral dilemmas - how would you tell a co-worker that they have bad body ordour and why it shouldn't be a social stigma to not want children. I found out He used to live in a cave in India near where the Dali Lama lives and that he received mail and visitors like it was just like any other address. Their friend told me about the Santa Cruz surf culture and what's going on with the weed culture in California. She smiled and laughed constantly and worried about the packing.

I wrote and wrote and wrote yesterday and it seems like I'm going to write a lot today too!




Verdict:

Life is lovely pour cette femme flâneuse, thank you very much.
I hope you have something equally lovely you're enjoying right now too.


In case you need a little inspiration this morning.
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Monday, June 6, 2011

Oh Yeah, I'm Supposed to Be Getting Ready for My Vacation!

With only one day before I leave for Amsterdam you'd think I'd be finalising my packing and doing other little chores that need doing, but the truth is I spent the entire morning tending to my tomato and pepper plants and making French onion soup or soupe à l'oignon gratinée because my pseudo-sibling D. is coming round to watch La Chienne while I'm away and because at the vide grenier on Avenue Flandres I scored six bowls for 2,00 euros!




 Mine aren't as fancy as the ones pictured above and since I won't be serving the soup until dinner you won't get to have a peek at them until then - but I posted these as an example of what not to buy if you yourself are looking to buy some bowls to serve soupe à l'oignon the traditional way. Firstly you don't need the covers because once the soup comes out of the oven it needs to be served immediately so the covers wouldn't make any sense.

What should you buy?

Your bowls need to be completely oven safe if you want to serve the soup with croutons and cheese that you melt under the broiler and should have some kind of side handles so that the bowl can be gripped by the devourer once they get to the bottom. For me the top of the soup covered with golden, bubbly cheese and the bottom are the best part, so make it easier on yourself and your guests.


Perfect.

So what makes the best possible soup? You can watch the Alton Brown video I posted below because not only is Alton Brown a fabulous chef, his show Good Eats is rather amusing as well. I quite like his recipe and his technique is beyond critique, it's just I make mine a little different.



Instead of Brown's white wine I use rosé because I just like the little something it gives to the taste. Make sure it's a dry one, slightly fruity but not too much because he's right about tannins - it kills all the efforts you've put into carmelising the onions to get their sweetness.

Now when it comes to the onions I have used mixtures of yellow, red, etc. - but any onions will do. Just make sure you have a lot of them.

I also don't add apple cider. Instead what I do is mash up an apple in a bowl, add a splash of apple cider vinegar, and let the mixture sit while my onions are carmelising. For the final taste Alton likes the Parisian way of making onion soup, which is to add a bit of cognac. I like it too but what I really love and what made my grandfather Didi actually beg me to teach him my recipe is Calvados. Calvados is an apple based liqueur considered a digestif, meaning you drink it after your meal. It is very strong so I don't use too much, but it gives my soup a little bit of robustness that I prefer to cognac.

Now here is where I personally stray from the traditional French recipes and that is I use baguette and only one slice per bowl. I toast only one side, but since I don't like my soup to have too much bread I tend to look for a baguette that is slightly smaller than the most of the bowl. It still serves its purpose for texture and to give something for the cheese to rest upon so that it can melt on the surface, but unless you have a massive mouth I find it's impossible to eat all of the bread when it's the same size as your bowl without it getting mushy and gross.

I'll post a photo of my delicious creation later, but in the meantime, if you're craving French onion soup now, here's my recipe:

Ingredients

  • 5 sweet onions or a combination of onions (about 4 pounds)
  • 3 tablespoons butter
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 cups dry rosé or white wine like chardonnay
  • 1 1/4 cups beef consume (either homemade or store bought)
  • 1 1/4 cups chicken or vegetable broth
  • 1 large sweet apple mashed and mixed with a splash of apple cider (let stand 30+ minutes)
  • Bouquet garni; thyme sprigs, bay leaf and parsley tied together with kitchen string
  • 1 loaf baguette or other country stylwe bread
  • Kosher salt
  • Ground black pepper
  • Splash of Calvados, Port, Sherry, or Cognac (optional)
  • 1 cup Comte or other cheese, grated

Directions

Trim the ends off each onion then halve lengthwise. Remove peel and finely slice into half moon shapes. Add butter to a heavy soup pan. Once butter has melted add a layer of onions and sprinkle with a little salt. Repeat layering onions and salt until all onions are in the skillet. Do not try stirring until onions have sweated down for 15 to 20 minutes. After that, stir occasionally until the onions are the colour dark mahogany and have reduced to approximately 2 cups. This should take 45 minutes to 1 hour. Do not worry about the onions burning.
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Add enough wine to cover the onions and turn heat to high, reducing the wine to a syrup consistency. Add consume, chicken broth, apple cider and bouquet garni. Reduce heat and simmer 15 to 20 minutes.

Splash with Calvados or other liqueur and simmer 2 minutes before turning off the heat.

* I usually let my soup sit for a few hours covered if not serving right away. To serve slowly bring the soup back to a slight boil and following the steps below.

Place oven rack in top 1/3 of oven and heat broiler.

Slice bread in rounds large enough to fit mouth of oven safe soup crocks. Place the slices on a baking sheet and place under broiler for 1 minute.

Season soup mixture with salt, pepper and cognac. Remove bouquet garni and ladle soup into crocks leaving one inch to the lip. Place bread round, toasted side down, on top of soup and top with grated cheese. Broil until cheese is bubbly and golden, 1 to 2 minutes.


Bon appetit!
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Sarah Palin's Idiocy: Part 10,345,232

Okay maybe I'm exaggerating about the number of times Sarah Palin has come off as an idiot. Or am I?

So yesterday Sarah Palin went on Fox News and defended her statement about Paul Revere. Now you have to admire Fox News, who pay Palin as a "contributor". Not only do they tell her outright she got it wrong, but they seem to pay her because she's a sideshow act. 'Come one, come all and poke a stick at the moron. Here - we'll show you how it's done.'

So Sarah tries to defend herself.

“You know what? I didn’t mess up about Paul Revere,’’ said Palin. “Part of his ride was to warn the British that we’re already there. That, hey, you’re not going to succeed. You’re not going to take American arms.’’

So imagine this. You work for Sarah Palin and realise that not because some reporter was using what Palin calls "gotcha type questions" (we'll get to that later), but because Palin herself started talking about Paul Revere and "where he hung out as a teenager" and then even though she knew she didn't have the story right, kept foaming at the mouth - that suddenly you need to find some way for her to defend her comments later.



You, as a paid employee of the Palin campaign then need to find some slightly obscure factoid to save face and so you scour American history books. It takes you a couple of days. Then you write up this little soundbyte for the aspiring GOP candidate.

“Here is what Paul Revere did. He warned the Americans that the British were coming . . . and they were going to try take our arms and we got to make sure that we were protecting ourselves and shoring up all of ammunitions and our firearms so that they couldn’t take it,’’ Palin said yesterday. “But remember that the British had already been there, many soldiers for seven years in that area. And part of Paul Revere’s ride — and it wasn’t just one ride — he was a courier, he was a messenger. Part of his ride was to warn the British that we’re already there. . . . You are not going to beat our own well-armed persons, individual, private militia that we have. He did warn the British.’’

Yet again what Palin says isn't true, which is pretty sad given that she had a four day weekend to find something a lot better than what she came up with. Like I said in my previous post, I'm not a professor of American history, but here's a quote from someone who is courtesy of the Boston Globe.

Brendan McConville, professor of history at Boston University, said yesterday that — contrary to what Palin seemed to suggest — the intent of Paul Revere’s ride was to warn the Concord area that the British were coming to seize their munitions cache, and to warn Revolutionary leaders Samuel Adams and John Hancock that they faced arrest.
“His intent was to mobilize the countryside,’’ McConville said. “His intent was to warn them.’’
However, McConville said that while Revere wasn’t looking to attract British attention as he rode, after he was captured he did give a warning to the British soldiers, telling them that American patriots were ready to take them on.
McConville said that while some of what Palin said is historically accurate, her wording is misleading. “I would describe her as lucky in her history as opposed to knowledgeable in her history,’’ he said.

The truth is Sarah Palin should no longer be a concern. Like a reality television star, Palin is well aware that once she doesn't win the GOP nomination (which is in my opinion highly unlikely) her time in the spotlight is over and with her recent stunt of upstaging Romney in New Hampshire, only to be made a laughing stock shortly thereafter couldn't have gone over well with the Republican camp .

The sad part is that ignorance has always been Palin's defense. Back to what Palin calls "gotcha type questions".  What is a "gotcha type question" is anything you ask Palin and she instead of just keeping her trap shut decides to invent a story about and then gets mocked for later is a "gotcha type question". I'd like to see some student appeal to their teacher with such an argument. What if one was pulled over for drunk driving and asked by a police officer if they had consumed one too many alcoholic beverages? Would you drive away and then show up at the police station later to inform the police that because they asked you a "gotcha type question" that you're still in the right? Apparently in Ms. Palin's world that would be completely acceptable.

It's no mystery why Palin's biggest supporters are amongst the least educated people in America. She talks in a language for those people specifically. She doesn't point out the obvious correlation between low education levels and poverty or unemployment or welfare benefit abuse, or obseity or health problems or alcoholism or child abuse. But the joke might be on Palin in the long run as her "demographic" is less likely to go to the polls and vote.

Now I'm not trying to say you need to have a doctorate in astrophysics to be below the poverty line (which means you earn less than $10,000 if you're single of $21,000 for a family of four) or that they're aren't plenty of people who fall on hard times and need the government's help the problem is that same demographic is obviously the same demographic Republicans like Sarah Palin could really give a fuck about.

You don't need to be a rocket scientist to be thin, healthy, and not beat your kids but you also don't need to be a rocket scientist to see that Republicans only care about the rich and how rich they get in the process of caring for the rich people and rich companies in America. Why do you think Palin's running for President? Even if she doesn't get the GOP nomination (and I hope she doesn't), she'll still get her money and avoid becoming a member of her own political demographic.

I'm waiting to see how stupid the Republican party is in the long run. Will they give Sarah Palin another shot to put into her moose hunting rifle? If her hunting episode on her reality show in any indication, they better have a lot of ammunition. Or maybe they're storing it to warn the British they're not going to take our arms and Palin will be shit out of luck.


I've scoured YouTube for a clip of Sarah's interview last night, but it's not up yet. You can watch Palin on Fox here. Just please keep in mind that Sarah Palin doesn't give a fuck about you or me or anyone except Sarah Palin.
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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Weighing In

My relationship with my precise to the tenth decimal place digital scale has been somewhat like this:

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About two months ago I forced myself to come to acknowledge that it wasn't that my bathroom scale had become sentient and it's favourite activity was to ruin my day. Sure I knew it all along, but to admit it was an entirely different thing.

So I started to move more. I am a strange bird. I love sports. There is no reason why I don't work out more often except that I'm lazy or I'd rather do other things with my time. You constantly read things online about how one must make time to to work out and in the past few months I have. A little.

It's a thin line between trying to lose a few pounds and becoming obsessed for me. I weigh myself every morning. Most doctors say that's a really bad idea and I agree. When the scale doesn't show me I've magically lost 2 kg despite having eaten sensibly and gone for a run I feel utterly defeated. On the other hand when I've sat on my ass all day and had a massive meal and still lost a few hundred grams it feels like a triumph. What's a girl to do?

The truth is I don't follow any diet. I know what's bad for me. I know when my portion sizes are excessive. I know when that second helping of whatever I've cooked that day isn't necessary because I'm not actually hungry any more. I know that refined sugar does nothing good for my body. I don't need some celebrity diet or self help book to tell me those things because no one knows my body better than I do.

For the past two months I've been listening to myself and trying to make better decisions. Yesterday I went for that long walk and so I didn't begrudge myself a big hunk of baguette with grilled sausages. I came home and had a lovely salad for dinner and when I went to the little fair down the hill I had a cola flavoured slushie. I love slushies. I don't own a slushie machine. It was a little treat.

But then I came home and my stomach was rumbling. I had a glass of water and waited. My stomach rumbled again. I declined an off of chocolate ice cream and decided to snack on a bit of cucumber instead with a bit of hot sauce (that might sound gross but it's a Korean thing). My stomach stopped rumbling and I went to bed.

When I lose weight I know without stepping on the scale too. I know because in the morning my body feels "happy". I don't know how else to explain it. I move differently and my body seems more pleased to drag me out of bed. I couldn't wait to step on the scale and see what walking 7km+ burned off. Apparently not as much as I thought.

But I looked thinner. I could see it in the mirror. I stepped back on the scale. Hmmm.

So I dug out a dress that used to fit me before I put on the latest batch of kilos. No way it was going to even get on me I thought. I put it on and while it was still pretty tight and I wouldn't dare wear it in public, it did sort of fit. The last time I deluded myself into thinking it might fit it got stuck and I was pretty sure I was going to have to ask someone to cut me out of it. This time I had to shimmy a little, but it came off pretty easily.

The moral of this story is that the scale isn't an all-knowing demigod. It can't even differentiate between fat and muscle and while muscle doesn't "weigh more" than fat, it takes up a lot less space. I measured myself at one point to see how much less space my fat was taking up, but it's a much slower way to track your progress and can be even more demoralising than stepping on the scale. If you're like me and your weight gain has been gradual, keep some clothes on hand to help you track your actual weight loss.

I made a promise to myself that I would be fit, flexible, and feel good about the way I looked naked (unlike Hitchcock's Psycho I scream when I get out of the shower because my bathroom has more mirrors than a funhouse.) before I'm 35. No diets, no gimmicks, no weird supplements - just good old fashioned common sense has helped me lose 10 kg. Knowing when I'm not really hungry and every now and then saying yes to a few scoops of the chocolate ice cream instead of the entire pint. Then I make sure I run at least three times a week.

Losing weight is hard to do and if you're trying to get into a pair of old jeans or just be healthier, you have my sympathies. Check out this website as well. Ever since I saw this picture, I've been unable to bring myself to eat a single Oreo cookie or a Snickers - both things that I love to snack on when I get junk food cravings.





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Saturday, June 4, 2011

Paul Revere Warned the British They Weren't Going to Take Our Arms...

I'm not a professor of American History, but I did live in Boston for over six years and while I never did walk the entire length of the Freedom Trail, I do know the story of Paul Revere. Apparently Sarah Palin doesn't.


A bit confused? What I love most is that she knew she didn't have the story right and so she had to throw in there the bit about Paul Revere warning the British they weren't going to take our arms or our freedom. (Yeah, the year is 1775 at this point, so the Continental Congress hasn't even declared independence yet and the Bill of Rights wasn't even mentioned until 1789 by James Madison.)

There are a few "versions" of the night of April 18, 1775, the night Revere (and William Dawes) were instructed by Joseph Warren to ride from Boston to Lexington to warn John Hancock and Samuel Adams of the advancing British Army is the true and accurate history. That Revere took the ride alone or that he  told every patriot - and mind you Ms. Palin patriot here is neither a missile nor a football player - that "THE BRITISH ARE COMING" is the kids version. If you can't even get the kids version right you are a moron.

You are a moron who has absolutely no place being president of anything, except maybe your own fucking fan club. There are lots of mothers in America who are raising children with disabilities who don't go on national television expecting a pat on the back and a sympathy vote. I'd vote for any one of those truly inspirational women over you Ms. Palin any-day-of-the-fucking-week.

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Ms. Palin for not knowing her history? I mean she reads many newspapers, in fact she claims she reads "all of them". Still, it's bit sad that one could learn more about American History from listening to the Beastie Boys or reading Longfellow's "Paul Revere's Ride" than listening to someone who wants to be President of the United States.


The truth is I have no sympathy for Sarah Palin. Not one iota. She should not be a symbol for anything except that greed, corruption, and stupidity are apparently one way to get ahead in America. She should be plastered on school textbooks as a warning of what happens when you don't bother to get a good education. Do you really want someone like Palin running anything? On and on she went about family values. Maybe staying at home making sure your daughter wasn't having unprotected sex would have shown the world you cared more about family values than simply getting a spending allowance to blow at Sak's Fifth Avenue. Sure you're just a regular ol' hockey mom - if every regular ol' hockey mom in America also got a $250,000 check to buy Jones New York suits and private jet rides.

Here are some other great tidbits of knowledge via Ms. Palin:

"As Putin rears his head and comes into the air space of the United States of America, where– where do they go? It's Alaska. It's just right over the border." --Sarah Palin, explaining why Alaska's proximity to Russia gives her foreign policy experience, interview with CBS's Katie Couric, Sept. 24, 2008

"Well, let's see. There's ― of course in the great history of America there have been rulings that there's never going to be absolute consensus by every American, and there are those issues, again, like Roe v. Wade, where I believe are best held on a state level and addressed there. So, you know, going through the history of America, there would be others but ―" --Sarah Palin, unable to name a Supreme Court decision she disagreed with other than Roe vs. Wade, interview with Katie Couric, CBS News, Oct. 1, 2008

"But obviously, we've got to stand with our North Korean allies." --Sarah Palin, after being asked how she would handle the current hostilities between the two Koreas, interview on Glenn Beck's radio show, Nov. 24, 2010

"Ground Zero Mosque supporters: doesn't it stab you in the heart, as it does ours throughout the heartland? Peaceful Muslims, pls refudiate." —a Tweet by Sarah Palin, which she quickly removed after being ridiculed for inventing the word "refudiate"

When asked about how as President she would avoid investigations similar to the one compelling her resignation as Governor of Alaska she responded, "I think on a national level your Department of Law there in the White House would look at some of the things that we've been charged with and automatically throw them out."



Cancel what I said about her even being fit to be President of her own fan club. I was mistaken.
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Friday, June 3, 2011

Watch "Grass" via Documentary Heaven




This is a great documentary (with a pro-cannabis slant) by documentary film director Ron Mann and narrated by Woody Harrelson (who is openly pro-cannabis).

Grass is an insightful look at the history of cannabis in America, attempts to control narcotics through government law, and a few things you might not know about the "war on cannabis" in the US - which has been raging since the 1900's.

It's worth a watch no matter what your stance.

Update:

Here's another documentary about cannabis, produced by the BBC. It's also worth a watch and has a less pro-cannabis stance.

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Updates & Karen Blixen

So I am only a few days away from leaving for Holland and to say I'm excited would be a massive understatement. I'll be meeting a few friends, hanging out at Zandvoort, and eating a massive quantity of Thai food. I'll be blogging my daily adventures in Holland, so be sure to drop by.



In the meantime I have a house to clean, packing to do, and all those other little errands one must run before leaving for a trip. I hate packing. I really do. I've decided to make it easier on myself and just pack a few things that I can wear over and over again since the place I'm renting has a washing machine though I have recently lost a bit of weight and want to flaunt it a little!

A word on dieting. Don't diet. I've been trying for the past few months to simply move my ass a little more than usual and since deciding to cut out processed foods (I make my own ketcup now even) what I eat has become a lot more healthy. I know I'm going to gain a little weight in Amsterdam because I need to eat all the things I love to eat in Holland (Febo satekrokets being one of the things I need to eat) since I might not get a chance to go back for a few months. But hey, who doesn't gain a little weight on vacation?

I have posts scheduled to go up over the weekend in case I don't have a chance (or the energy) to blog. So be sure to check back and thank you to my new readers in Austria, Mexico, Russia, Pakistan, and Vietnam. Most of my readers seem to be from France and the US (which makes sense), but also Denmark.

If you've read my archives you probably know one of the women I admire most in the world, Karen Blixen was from Denmark. I pick up one of her books every now and then, randomly open it, and just read. She had a truly beautiful soul that woman. She was also a beautiful storyteller.

Here's what I read today:

"People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will. The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of..."
I collect pictures of her, this is one of my favourites.




If you would like to read Karen Blixen (Isak Dinesen), you might want to read her book "Anecdotes of Destiny". It's now my favourite and the last she ever wrote. (My favourite before was Shadows on the Grass, which I was happy to have found a beautiful first American edition of a few years ago.)

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The Global War on Drugs

With all the recent press this issue has of late I've decided to officially comment. I am all for the legalisation of cannabis, but to legalise other controlled substances, not so much.

In France in the 1970's the world's harshest drug laws were passed that state any controlled substance is the same as another, meaning there is no different in France legally between cannabis or cocaine or heroin. In the United Kingdom and the United States cannabis isn't considered a Class A drug like cocaine is, but to possess, use, or sell cannabis is still a criminal offense.

When I was living in the United States I was encouraged by my doctor to use cannabis for a medical condition, namely migraines. Unfortunately for me medical marijuana prescriptions weren't available in New York state at that time and still aren't. Though I had smoked pot as a teenager and a few times in college, I did my research to find out what the long term effects were.

In the end of my research I felt lied to by the American media. The claims that marijuana use led to schizophrenia, other drug use, and other psychiatric problems were completely unfounded and mostly propaganda that had been around since the 50's. However the benefits of marijuana went largely unpublished.

Before I decided to try marijuana for my migraines this is what used to happen:

1. I would get a migraine that would last sometimes for days.
2. I would miss school or work.
3. I would eventually have to go to the doctor or if my doctor's office was closed to the emergency room to be given an IV drip for the dehydraton I suffered from nausea and an injection of XYZ that would make me sleep and result in an overnight hospital stay.

Since my insurance didn't cover me for having to go to the hospital for migraines a single migraine cost me upwards of $600.00 USD nearly every single time. I simply couldn't afford it. I tried to find alternative ways of treating my migraines, but in the end all the alternatives either didn't work or would have had more severe consequences. I had a friend who suffered migraines and took massive quantities of ibruprofen and sleeping pills to deal with them. In the end she did permanent damage to her liver and had an over the counter sleeping pill addiction.

So the next time I got a migraine on Day 2 I asked a neighbour who smoked to sell me a joint. I remember going home and sitting in my living room terrified to light it. I thought the police would come pounding on my door the minute I lit up. I took three puffs, stubbed it out, and waited.

The nausea I had been feeling for two days was the first symptom to go. In fact I was thirsty and hungry, things I'm not when I have a migraine. The throbbing in my head, the painful light sensitivity still didn't subside, so I took another few puffs. A half hour later I felt like a normal person again.

I felt so back to myself that I had to go and knock on his door again and tell him in great detail how after having tried every possible remedy from massage to accupressure to accupuncture to just drinking a few shots of whisky until I passed out that nothing and that included going to the emergency room and being pumped full of serious Class A narcotics had ever worked so fast. He laughed at me and said next time I have a migraine just give a little knock on his door.

The grand total? Aside from the pizza I had to order because I finally had my appetite back, $5.00 USD.

So when I get a migraine, I like to smoke a joint. Even in France with minimal cost health insurance I still smoke a joint because I don't want narcotics pumped into me and I'm unfortunately allergic to most of the prescription medicines available for migraine sufferers and the ones I'm not allergic to either require I take multiple doses (with all their side effects) or don't work at all.

Should I be imprisoned because of this? Even when I was last in Holland and some Dutch people we were with lit up around children I chose not to smoke. I never smoke cannabis or drink alcohol in the presence of children. Even when I smoke a cigarette I try to make sure children aren't around because of the second hand smoke. When my neighbour's 8 year old son asked me why I smoke cigarettes I told him because I'm addicted and that I wish I wasn't. I consider it being responsible, but I also realise it is a level of responsibility that isn't considered by everyone, nor do I expect it to be. It's your body and your life.

My friends who know I have a liberal policy on cannabis have been sending me these links for the past couple of weeks mostly via Facebook as if I have a liberal policy on all drugs. I don't. I'm not some massive hippie that believes people should be able to do whatever they want. Class A drugs should remain illegal, but I also agree that the war on drugs isn't working. Especially when I have friends who tell me it's easier to find cocaine in France than it is to find cannabis, and I've heard it's a similar story in the United Kingdom as well.

The truth of the matter is, it's politics and greed that keep drugs available. We live in a world where a gram of pure gold is cheaper than a gram of cocaine; where politicians refuse to look at potential benefits of some drugs; and people go to jail instead of receiving the treatment they might need to overcome serious drug addiction. So no, we're not winning the war, but it's mostly because we're not fighting it properly and never have. I mean, remember what happened during Prohibition?



What is your stance on the war on drugs?
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Thursday, June 2, 2011

The Letters of Hunter S. Thompson

I love good stationary (I think England makes the best stationary in the world second to the Japanese maybe), office supplies, typewriters, and letters. There are two typewriters, both manual, one with French keys and the other with English keys, in the flat, but I don't write as often on them as I used to. Now it's mostly emails or letters in ink.

I get a lot comments from people about my letters and emails. It often makes me think perhaps I should try to revive the genre of the epistolary novel. One of my favourite novels in the world is epistolary - Les Liasons Dangereuses. Though I've never even attempted at writing anything along the lines of ann epistolary novel myself, reading the letters of Hunter S. Thompson does inspire and has inspired me. My "Open Letters" are my attempt to give Gonzo his due, though I usually write them as if they are being written by someone else.

Here are two of my favourite Hunter S. Thompson letters, one is a cover letter and the other was written to a Hollywood producer named Holly and sent via fax about The Rum Diaries (perhaps his best work). Johnny Depp and Benecio del Toro are both cc'd.

Enjoy!

Click to see a larger copy.

HOLLY SORENSON / Shooting Gallery / Hollywood / Jan 22 '01

Dear Holly,

Okay, you lazy bitch, I'm getting tired of this waterhead fuckaround that you're doing with The Rum Diary.

We are not even spinning our wheels aggresively. It's like the whole Project got turned over to Zombies who live in cardboard boxes under the Hollywood Freeway... I seem to be the only person who's doing anything about getting this movie Made. I have rounded up Depp, Benicio Del Toro, Brad Pitt, Nick Nolte & a fine screenwriter from England, named Michael Thomas, who is a very smart boy & has so far been a pleasure to talk to & conspire with...

So there's yr. fucking Script & all you have to do now is act like a Professional & Pay him. What the hell do you think Making a Movie is all about? Nobody needs to hear any more of that Gibberish about yr. New Mercedes & yr. Ski Trips & how Hopelessly Broke the Shooting Gallery is.... If you're that fucking Poor you should get out of the Movie Business. It is no place for Amateurs & Dilletants who don't want to do anything but "take lunch" & Waste serious people's Time.

Fuck this. We have a good writer, we have the main parts casted & we have a very marketable movie that will not even be hard to make....

And all you are is a goddamn Bystander, making stupid suggestions & jabbering now & then like some half-bright Kid with No Money & No Energy & no focus except on yr. own tits.... I'm sick of hearing about Cuba & Japs & yr. Yo-yo partners who want to change the story because the violence makes them Queasy.

Shit on them. I'd much rather deal with a Live asshole than a Dead worm with No Light in his Eyes.... If you people don't want to Do Anything with this movie, just cough up the Option & I'll talk to someone else. The only thing You're going to get by quitting and curling up in a Fetal position is relentless Grief and Embarrassment. And the one thing you won't have is Fun...

Okay, That's my Outburst for today. Let's hope that it gets Somebody off the dime. And if you don't Do Something QUICK you're going to Destroy a very good idea. I'm in the mood to chop yr. fucking hands off.

R.S.V.P

(Signed)

HUNTER

cc:
Depp
Benecio
M. Thomas
Nolte
Shapiro

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World Science Festival Online Starting Tomorrow



The World Science Festival is taking place starting today in New York City, but the good news is you can watch quite a few of the sessions online here.

I'm particularly interested in "Beautiful Minds: The Enigma of Genius" which will air on Saturday at 8:00 pm EST.

In ancient Rome, the genius (plural genii) was the guiding spirit or tutelary deity of a person, family (gens), or place (genius loci). The noun is related to the Latin verb gigno, genui, genitus, "to bring into being, create, produce." Because the achievements of exceptional individuals seemed to indicate the presence of a particularly powerful genius, by the time of Augustus the word began to acquire its secondary meaning of "inspiration, talent."

I'm hoping they're going to discuss all types of genius and more about recent scientific advancements on determining how genius develops - whether it is inherited genetically and if they will discuss the long-running "Genetic Studies of Genius" which started in 1921 at Stanford University which is now the oldest and longest running longitudinal study in the world.

The link for this particular session at the World Science Fair mentions Immanuel Kant, famous for coining the phrase genius in the 1700's in his work Critique of Judgement. Kant believed that genius is the ability to independently arrive at and understand concepts that would normally have t be taught by another person and originality is the essential character of genius. Arthur Schopenhauer goes one step further:

"Talent hits the target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see."

Schopenhauer believed that a genius is someone in whom intellect predominates over "will" much more than in the other average person.  In his aesthetics, the predominance of the intellect over the will of the "genius" allows him (or her) to create artistic or academic works that are objects of pure disinterested contemplation, the chief criterion of the aesthetic experience for Schopenhauer. In Schopenhauer's words, "they fall into the mire while gazing at the stars", which is an allusion to Plato's dialogue Theaetetus in which Socrates tells of Thales (the world's first philosopher) being made fun of for falling while trying to studying the stars.

In this dialogue Socrates asks his friend Theodorus if he knows of any geometry students who show particular promise and is told to seek out Theaetetus who is "intelligent, virile, and an orphan". Socrates and Theaetetus discuss three definitions of knowledge: knowledge as nothing but perception; knowledge as true judgement; and knowledge as a true judgement with an account - all of which are found to be unsatisfactory and ends with Socrates announcement that he has to go to to see the judge to answer to charges that he has been corruptinng the young and failing to worship the gods.

When Socrates asks Theaetetus to venture a guess as to what knowledge is, Theaetetus suggest that "knowledge is nothing but sense perception".

In the end of the dialogue, Socrates compares the human mind to a birdcage. He says it is one thing to possess knowledge and another to have it about one, on hand. He later discards his birdcage analogy (something Socrates does often, but hey, he was a philosopher) and concludes the dialgoue by announcing he again has to go to court, but this time he will be on trial, and we all know how that ended.

For me personally I philosophically adhere to both Schopenhauer and Kant's statements about genius, but I think it is a rather strict definition. I've been in the company of many people whom would be considered "geniuses". My mother was a math a prodigy who could do geometry despite never having been taught any maths beyond adding and subtraction. My best friend is also a math prodigy who has a spatial intelligence on par with Einstein. But there are other sorts of genius that aren't given as much credit as they deserve. I hope that the non-traditional aspects of genius will be given due consideration during this particular session of the World Science Festival because in many ways non-traditional genius, which I define as "being good at things that cannot be measured", is far more rare in society than most people realise.

A beautiful mind today has become synonymous with John Forbes Nash Jr. the Nobel Prize winning economist and mathematician portrayed by Russell Crowe. But what is a beautiful mind? In Nash's case he "hit the target no one else" could "see". I think it is easier and more justifiable to say a beautiful mind is any mind that allows itself to be led by creativity, imagination, and curiosity and that the modern day definition of "genius" must be adapted for those who are not simply skilled in maths or sciences because by defining it as such it limits of abilities as human beings.

By my definition every child has the potential for genius, but then again I've always believed that in the war of "Nature vs. Nuture", nuture is far more important, but I do firmly believe this. Find out what a child is naturally curious about, give them the right tools and encouragement, and perhaps that child's curiosity will find their target and perhaps it may turn out to be simply a "talent" as opposed to "genius", but being talented at anything is not to be scoffed at either. If you don't think so, you should meet my goddaughter who can music on any instrument she's given and then listen to me try to play the guitar!

Will you tune in for the WSF sessions? If you do, be sure to post your thoughts.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

WARNING: Extremely Graphic Video of the Torture of a 13 Year Old Boy

I am only posting this because this kind of torture should not be tolerated. When Monsieur Rédacteur told me this morning about the video being unblocked by YouTube I didn't want to watch it, but in the end I decided to watch it because this little boy's story should be known.

This should not be an Islamic-Arab-Muslim issue. It is about the children that die needlessly in political conflicts and in this instance about 13 year old Hamza Al khateeb, who didn't just lose his life for protesting. He was tortured, mutilated, and castrated. Children are the true victims in war.

I won't post the video here because of it's graphic nature because every person should decide for themselves whether or not they see this video. It brought tears to my eyes and I still cannot stop crying. It makes me angry and I hope that the people involved with be punished.

My heart goes out to this little boy's family. No one should ever have to see someone they love like this. I think it took an immense amount of courage for the family to show this to the world. I am sure they are in danger themselves now because of it.

The Syrian government via SANA is now claiming that Hamza was found dead after the fighting and sent to the hospital to be identified; that the cause of death was three gunshots and that "there weren't any traces of violence, resistance, or torture of any kind from bruises, fractures, joint displacements or cuts".

In case you don't watch the video here is what Al Jazeera claims:

Arrested during a protest in Saida, 10km east of Daraa, on April 29, Hamza's body was returned to his family on Tuesday 24th May, horribly mutilated.

The child had spent nearly a month in the custody of Syrian security, and when they finally returned his corpse it bore the scars of brutal torture: Lacerations, bruises and burns to his feet, elbows, face and knees, consistent with the use of electric shock devices and of being whipped with cable, both techniques of torture documented by Human Rights Watch as being used in Syrian prisons during the bloody three-month crackdown on protestors.

Hamza's eyes were swollen and black and there were identical bullet wounds where he had apparently been shot through both arms, the bullets tearing a hole in his sides and lodging in his belly.

Hamza's mutilated, castrated corpse was riddled with bullet holes and burn marks
 

On Hamza's chest was a deep, dark burn mark. His neck was broken and his penis cut off.

If you watch the video there is no doubt that the claims stated on Al Jazeera are true. YouTube only took down the original version of the video because of the graphic nature of the castration. Not to mention the body does not bruise from the second the heart stops and poor Hamza's body is covered in bruises as well as the red-purple areas that form post mortem.

His body was only returned to his family on the condition that they say nothing and Hamza has been laid to rest in his hometown with many people present to honour him.
Rest in peace young Hamza.

"Repel (evil) with what is better. Then will he, between whom and thee was hatred, become as it were thy friend and intimate. And no one will be granted such goodness except those who exercise patience and self-restraint." Chapter 41, Verse 34 and 35

From the Holy Quran
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Best TV Show Ever?

Absolutely Fabulous. In my humble opinion that is.

I started watching AbFab, as it is known to its fans back when it used to air on Comedy Central. I fell instantly in love with this show, which might be the best fashion related comedy ever created thanks to Edina "Eddie" and Patsy's antics. No actually the more I think about it, it is the best comedy show based around fashion.

The good news is that you can almost watch all the episodes online thanks to YouTube, but in the meantime, here is some AbFab to get you started in case like me you have to pay bills today and clean the house and do other drab and not fab things this morning.


And on a side note, I was so happy that Jennifer Saunders pulled through a recent cancer scare. She is one of the funniest women on earth (watch her Top Gear episode if you don't believe me) and Joanna Lumley (who was a former model for Ossie Clark) isn't shabby chic either.

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Monday, May 30, 2011

Someday I'll go to Hay(on-Wye)

One of my biggest dreams is to go on Hay-on-Wye not only as an author, but also to simply shop for books. Year after year I watch the people in the biz go and come back all tousle haired and glowy.  They've just heard about the greatest book ever written and me, well I am stuck waiting to find out what this unicorn of a book is called.  Granted I'd likely skip the chats and go for a nice book hoke, but can't someone pay me to go anyways? I'll gather up the gossip over the dinner table.  I'll gladly serve up the delicious banter for my expenses and a wee per diem allowance.... you could have me for a bargain really. Anyways enough of my bleating. I don't think the powers that be read my blog... (which may be for the best really).

There are 39 bookshops in Hay-on-Wye, many specialising in very rare editions of books. Now that the festival is on it's a perfect chance to get a look at this charming little place known as "Book Town".

The first Book Town was pioneered in 1961 by Richard Booth in Hay-on-Wye, which is a small town on the border of England and Wales. Booth's concept was to buy up property in small towns and convert the properties into bookshops.

Hay-on-Wye has long been on my list of places to visit, with a van. It's a bit tricky to get there from Paris as I'd have to take a train to London and from London change to the British Rail at Paddington Station to arrive in Herefordshire and then take a bus. Or I'll have to get over my fear of driving on the left and rent a car, one that I can pile full of books to be brought back to France via the ferry. Knowing myself as I do, and how I can buy sometimes a hundred books in one go (not ones that cost 18,000 pounds of course), I'll be taking some time this summer to practice driving on the left around the countryside of Northern Ireland where I can be fairly certain I will cause no accidents.

I'm posting a little video that's available on The Telegraph's site about looking for the most expensive book in Hay-on-Wye which turns out to be H.G. Wells' First Men in the Moon which with its original dust jacket costs 18,000 pounds! The reason why books with dust jackets tend to cost more is because people tend to throw dust jackets away, so old books with dust jackets are a major attractive for serious collector's.



But my favourite little bit of this video is the bit with Peter Harries of Boz Books in Hay-on-Wye mostly because he and I have the same philosophy. Unless you have the money to throw around, you collect what means something to you.

I collect W. Somerset Maugham books for example and have a few first editions that I would (once the humans and the hound were safe) run into a burning house to save. I feel the same about my dust jacketless first edition of Charlotte's Web by E.B. White. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't chop off my hair and sell it to get my hands on a signed first edition of W. Somerset Maugham's The Razor's Edge, which is my favourite of all his works. Nor does it mean I don't have multiple editions of the same works.

A little search for what I'm looking for, without the issued slip cover is already about 2,300 pounds, but as a lover of Maugham if I had the money I'd consider it a justifiable purchase as it is not only written by my favourite author, but it's also my favourite book by any author.

Here's an image of the book I'd most like to own, although with its original slipcover, which means the price would most likely be around the 18,000 pound price as well.

W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge printed 18 April 1944 No. 89 of 750 copies.
Hay-on-Wye isn't the only book town. There's book towns in many countries now, including the only one I've visited Montolieu in the south of France. If you'd like to see the complete list thanks to Wikipedia you can. Thanks Wiki!

Who knows maybe I'll get to Hay-on-Wye and find my first edition of The Razor's Edge and have nothing left over for anything else. Still, I'm determined to find my way there some day in the not-so-distant future!
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